Jim Jones: Baby girl

[Intro: Jim Jones]Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd GangClap, Byrd GangCan I get a G clap[Verse: 1 Jim Jones]I be like hoooold up, wait a minuteI'm in the coupe, laiiiiid up in itSunk in the seat, suede all in itDrop top roof blowin haze all in itAnd yall know imma straight up menaceRun up in ya crib there's a safe up in itNew York City yall aint safe up in itYall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authenticThe game like bitches that need make-upThese niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-upShit, I still prowl through the guttaAll you hear em say is that's a wild muthafuckaIts been a while muhfuckerHad to fall back, face trial cause of RuckerOne-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill meStill ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly[Chorus: Max B]Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?Well then you gotta get ya lips wetBaby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin Them big checksYall aint thought he posed ta flowThought he posed ta goThought he posed ta blooooooowIts Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!Nigga its Jim Jones[Verse 2: Jim Jones]Now everybody know meUsually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'zWe pop bottles and we all smoke weedAnd we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-liceAnd yall know yall don't want that beefI'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaksBesides, the dance floor look sweetSo like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeetI'm tryna bag this bimboMad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo'sStuntin' hard in my B-Boy poseYou aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint droveFuck about the law top-speed on the road.44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaadAnd if I gotta take it that farThat mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car[Chorus: Max B]Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?Well then you gotta get ya lips wetBaby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin them big checksYall aint thought he posed ta flowThought he posed ta blooooooowIts Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!Nigga its Jim Jones[Verse 3: Jim Jones]I live a hard rock lifeMix a whole pot til that hard rock whiteSix 4-5, hard top whiteBig 4-5 for you hard rocks aiteAnd my advice to the buyersAlthough the City's hot I rock ice thru the fireListenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends wipin off the tiresSo I got to be the hardest15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projectsJewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the chargesSo how's that for starters.40cal niggaz, blow back ya starterNew Jack City 2 blocks from the carterFoul hunreds double up a.ka. this is harlem[Chorus: Max B]Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?Well then you gotta get ya lips wetBaby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin them big checksYall aint thought he posed ta flowThought he posed ta blooooooowIts Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!Nigga its Jim Jones